Edit will drop April 10th. Happy Easter.
Edit will drop April 10th. Happy Easter.
Nothing to do with me, just helping to promote a very talented team of collaberators who are working on a fully illustrated series of adventures for Clara Oswald and Ashildr/Me, taking place after the events of Hell Bent. The series commences May 16th 2020.
Thought I’d share a story from my forthcoming free anthology e-book “Chess With An Ostritch & Other Thraham Prompts”, a collection of Doctor/Graham stories that I was requested to write from a fellow author and fan of mine on Archive of Our Own called ‘Vgault’. Expect it to drop sometime this weekend or next week.
Yaz stepped out of the Taxi as delicately as she could, the baby bump doing its utmost to keep her pressed down on the seat, Ryan hoisting her out holding both her hands. She tipped the driver his money and the cab hastily sped off.
Yaz and Ryan made their way towards Graham’s house and looked at one another. There was love present between the two, but also a lingering sense of uncertainty.
They had faced many hardships together in the years that led them through their gradual courtship, but now as the reality of their new life loomed, nested in a physical cocoon ready to break free any day now, the question of how to best go forward compelled them to process their options.
This was not a safe world. Not any longer.
They knocked on the door, and Graham answered, a toothbrush lodged in his mouth.
“What are you doing Granddad?” asked Ryan.
“I’m taking my temperature” said Graham
“With a toothbrush?” asked a bemused Yaz.
“Yeah, it was the Doc’s idea”
“We’d like to see The Doctor if you don’t mind” said Yaz.
“She doesn’t want visitors. She thinks something’s after her. It’s got her proper spooked”
“So why did you open the door then?” Ryan asked.
“Because I don’t agree with her”
Yaz called out for The Doctor.
“Doctor? It’s us, if you don’t want us in, I can understand, social distancing and all that, but we’ve been through the worst of it you know…the toll’s gone down since Easter, that’s what they’ve said”
The silence from the interior of the house was deafening, and gave Yaz a shudder as the disquiet only worsened her existing apprehensions.
“Doctor…we wanted to talk to you just a bit, it’s our baby, will it be safe? Do you know something you’re not telling us?”
Graham walked into the house, handing Yaz the moist toothbrush. He climbed up the stairs and into his bedroom, where he spotted The Doctor, hung over the edge of the bed, her boots off, clutching a stuffed teddy bear. A photograph of a strangely alluring and quizzical young lady with a short haircut distinct to the 1960s. The photograph looked like it had been taken in a junkyard, and it was in black and white.
The Doctor grabbed the photo and tenderly stroked the features of the girl with the tips of her fingers, she bit her lip anxiously.
She spoke to the photograph, even though she was aware of her living audience of one beside her, as Graham sat himself down to comfort The Doctor.
“They’ve still got all you’re going through yet to come, how do I prepare them for that? For all I know, this is what sets it off now, what weakens humanity, what readies them for the days where they lose everything, the days I left in your care” she said.
“Who are you talking to the Doc?” asked Graham.
“The past I left in your future” The Doctor spoke, wanting to apologize for the riddle but was sure Graham wouldn’t mind a bit of bamboozlement.
“Doctor?” Yaz called again.
“You’ve got to answer her sometime Doc” Graham said.
The Doctor put the photograph down and curled up in his arms, wrapping her right arm warmly around his head.
“We’re living through an uncertain time Graham, one I can’t spoil, in case you lot try to rewrite every line. This is one time I’m going to have to heed my wife’s warnings….and take my first selves’ advice. Oh why do our minds wander so far from how they were in our youth?”
“When we’re young we look at it all very unclearly, we’re lost in the arrogance of it all, the audacity of it, it’s only when we’re older that we look at life a bit clearer, or when we’re faced with something that makes us take it less for granted. Strangely enough, those of us that see it all too clearly are still on some level afraid we’ll be amongst those who vanish”
“I’ve been a lifetime of older people Graham, and all those lives are among the vanished, footprints in the sand on a warm beach, just like that, we’re gone”
“As long as we’ve got today, we’ve got each other, we’re family, and it’s about to get even bigger once the baby comes calling”
“She wants me to be its godmother, but what kind of God would I be exactly?”
“I don’t think you should take it so literally Doc”
“I’ve played God for so long Graham, and it still doesn’t keep anyone together. They vanish, they all vanish, and I linger on. I can speak baby, but what else can I say to them other than try to not get themselves killed by an invisible killer?”
“Tell them there’s a visible hand holding theirs, tell them to trust in a healer that will do their best to make them feel better, tell them to be brave, tell them to trust you”
“You know how socially awkward I am”
“I know you can learn Doc, I know from how much you talk about your wife that you learned to love, and, hey, you fancy me a little don’t you?”
The Doctor giggled.
“More than a little you big lolly” she said.
Graham kissed The Doctor on the forehead.
“This kid has a whole world of love waiting for him Doc, don’t deny him it, don’t count him among those who’ll vanish tomorrow, remind him how special he is today, and for every tomorrow, because every tomorrow becomes today”
The Doctor grinned, pressing her lips against Grahams’, she then quietly pricked his nose with her finger got up, put on her boots, and dashed down the stairs to give Yaz the best possible advice she could.
She would reassure Ryan and Yaz that their baby would be safe as long as they worked hard to keep him so.
Because every day is a struggle, regardless of how sick the earth makes us, the perseverance against the illness, the will to survive, is what makes the human race ultimately win each tomorrow as it comes.
Sometimes she lets that slip her mind as she walks through eternity, sometimes she forgets. It’s up to the blessings in her life, the Rivers, the Susan’s, the O’Brien’s, the fam, to remind her that those still privileged to dare tomorrow should never be made to feel as if they count amongst those who vanished yesterday.
Uncertain times, but you can still count on a Doctor to sort you out, and we’re all eager to help spread his or her cheer
Some of those involved with The Doctor’s many adventures, from Steven Moffat, to Chris Chibnall, to Jodie Whitaker, have all done their part to raise spirits and reassure the citizens of planet Earth that darkness never prevails (but you can rely on the miserable ‘not my doctor’ lot to spin Jodie and Chibs’ contributions to suit their vindictive agendas…the souless cretins) . and now it’s the turn of the man who restarted it all, Russel T. Davies, who. in addition to publishing a lost short story written back in 2013, will be live-tweeting today as we are all encouraged to gather ’round our computers and televisions to enjoy the first episode of a renewed tv institution…’Rose’, as Nu Who celebrates it’s 15th year of existence today.
The last decade plus has seen the show go through some shakedowns…RTD’s era had it’s triumphs and letdowns, Moffat had it’s letdowns and triumphs, Chibs has seen letdowns…and further letdowns, though a few bright sparks have come of it (Dawan’s Master is a highlight, and Thraham, whether Chibs is in favour of it or not, seems to be catching on a bit thanks in no small part to my modest efforts), but for a revival to have lasted this long, and in many cases outlast other revivals, is nothing short of remarkable and attests to the staying power of DW’s potential as an outlet for strong and creative ideas.
And it’s such creativity that is presently fuelling the show’s attempts to stay relevant after the Timeless Children revelations proved it’s most supreme test of cultural stability. Fans are as divided as any other human being is over our first and third world problems, not sure whether they should stay loyal, fight for a better product, or not challenge anything and just consume. In a phase of human history where Mother Nature or God has just about had their fill of our behaviour and is testing us like never before, it’s sad to see the show struggle to unite the fans even with the best of intentions.
Still, you’re not here to read about what I think of the fans, or the world, you’re here to watch ‘Rose’ like the rest of us…and so I offer you, as a fan who understands the frustrations of many, a choice
You can either watch ROSE: EIGHT TO NINE, a previous edit I made some years back which sees Paul McGann regenerate into Christopher Eccleston, and enjoy an ending where Nine leaves Rose well behind and heads towards new, forever unseen alternative adventures…
…Or you can sit back, let the world’s problems slip by you, embrace your Nu-Who nostalgia entirely, and let an enhanced special edition re-edit of Rose take you on the trip of a lifetime.
This edit makes use of shots and sequences from the 2005 TV Spot “The Trip of A Lifetime”, the only real changes come just before the shopping mall is destroyed (I inserted shots of The Doctor running away from the ball of flame) and the rest of it makes up the brand new ending.
You can stay at home, you can make chips, or you can come with him, relive your glory days as a fan knowing those days may never come again, or become a fan again
That being said, when people say Doctor Who should have ended with series ten, or with Twice Upon A Time, I often wonder just how that can be achieved without
A. Permanently ending the series (some might openly prefer a Survival-type ending)
B. Ending the series on a cliffhanger that leads into a far worse episode
A couple of days ago, I eventually put the possibilities into practice…and this is the result.
Not wanting to repeat myself with my two-in-one combo of “World Enough and Time” (which still ends on the Jodie regeneration), I opted to tackle just the second half of the series ten finale, as it’s the one that required the most changes.
Another in my occasional series of custom World Wrestling Entertainment PPV theme compilation albums, this time we focus on NXT, with all of last year’s NXT Takeover theme songs. Enjoy.
Edit: Whoops, apparently BIllie Ellish track cuts off after 45 seconds, I’ll work on fixing that.
Months back, clickbait merchants and rumour mongers were keen to share news that there would be some kind of Deadpool connection in the ill-fated Dark Phoenix movie. While this somewhat manifested a year earlier in Deadpool 2 with the X-Men’s cameo in that film, there was no surprise cameo from Wade for this.
So while binging both movies I worked out a way of integrating several choice scenes from Deadpool 2 into a cut of Dark Phoenix that gives the movie not just something that brings two well received X-Film franchises together (and yes, the fact both of these films have the same initials in their titles doesn’t escape me), but also provides closure to the series that doesn’t corrupt the timeline the way the original version of Dark Phoenix did, and also sets up a hypothetical fifth film in the First Class timeline to show the saga of the X-Men really ought to have continued.
Two other minor tweeks aside, I left the rest of the movie alone
-Cut the ‘X-Women’ lines from Raven
-Integrated the Deadpool and Colossus scene from Deadpool 2 where the X-Men narrowly avoid being seen by Wade
-Just after we meet the aliens , I Integrated the scene where Colossus tries to persuade Wade into joining the team on a mission, with Wade saying bad things will happen, this leads directly into the scene the X-Men first confront Jean and Raven is killed
-End credits feature a very special performance of Celine Dion’s ‘Ashes’ from Deadpool 2
-Deadpool uses Cable’s time device to change history and undo the events of the film.
-Post-credits is Cable time-jumping from the future to the present to set that part up. The saga continues